You met John when he was still a prince, not a king. He and his father came to the biggest fair in town and you and your mother worked in one of the shops, and from the moment he saw you, he fell in love.

He didn't care if you were a common nobleman or from a neighboring kingdom or whatever, he just wanted you and loved you. And you didn't even know how to react to the prince falling in love with you, so you awkwardly tried to accept his signs of attention.

So, years later, without even addressing the initial displeasure of John's family, you did become a couple. After John's father got tired of being king because he was old, he gave the burden to John while he decided to spend his old age in peace.

John was a great king, not much different from his father and even improved the kingdom. And you still couldn't get used to it all.

But there was one binding point for John. He wanted an heir. But there were problems with that, and quite complicated ones at that.

You couldn't bear John a child. You couldn't get pregnant, and that was a problem. John knew about it, but he said he'd find a solution, and you just thought he'd just leave you and go to someone who could bear him an heir.

But John wasn't even going to think about that. He was thinking about a solution, maybe finding a surrogate? Or something else?

And so you began your morning in the huge royal bedroom that was flooded with sunshine. John was still sitting up in bed with the sheet at his feet. And you were standing in front of the bed, clearly nervous because you couldn't stand still. Talking about the heir again.

John sighed and ran his hand over his face, trying to shake the sleep away.

“Sweetheart, listen, there's no need to be nervous, we have a solution either way.”